Chapter 8 - The Red-Handed Catch
The lead police officer burst into the luxury kitchen, his eyes widening in immediate, unadulterated shock as the grim reality of the scene unfolded before him.
He saw an eight-month pregnant woman, pale and sweating profusely, collapsed on a marble floor amidst broken porcelain and amniotic fluid. And standing just feet away were a man in a suit and an older woman in a red dress holding wine glasses.
"Step back! Do not move!" the officer commanded harshly, instantly recognizing a critical emergency.
"Officer, thank god, you have to help me—my husband and his mother refused to take me to the hospital when my water broke," Emily gasped out, her voice finally breaking with the release of the overwhelming tension as the paramedics rushed past the officers straight to her side.
Nathan threw his hands up in frantic panic, his sophisticated corporate persona entirely melting away. "Officer, wait! You don't understand! She's hysterical! We were just going to take her in the morning, she's exaggerating—"
"Shut your mouth!" the officer roared, stepping forward and cutting Nathan off entirely. "We received a direct 911 audio feed of you and your mother intentionally denying medical transport to a woman in active labor while locking her inside the house!"
Patricia shrieked, clutching her pearls. "This is outrageous! We are respectable people! She's lying!"
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"She isn't lying about anything, ma'am," one of the paramedics interrupted coldly, gently securing Emily onto a medical gurney. "This woman is fully dilated. If we had waited until morning, both she and the baby could have died from complications."
👉 Read Part 9 to see the arrest of the toxic duo.
